Kingdom of Meletni, Port Fleming, Naval Station.
"Austin Doug, 24 years old, was born in a military orphanage. He was the commander of the Sicilian Ground Artillery Company of the Royal Artillery Regiment and had the rank of captain. Well, is the information correct?" asked the fat man in a white shirt sitting behind the desk. It was early summer, and his white shirt had two buttons missing. His navy uniform jacket was hanging casually on the shelf by the window behind him. Austin noticed the four stripes exposed on the shoulders of his uniform.
So his expression became more serious, he stood at attention, saluted, and replied loudly: "Sir, please confirm!"
The fat man coughed and straightened the name tag on the table.
"Why were you transferred to the Navy?" The fat man frowned and looked up at the overly serious young officer in front of him. "Your previous service records show that you have been in the Royal Artillery Regiment since you graduated from the military academy."
"Report sir! I don't know!" Austin said confidently, because he was really not sure why he was transferred to the navy, even if it was because of the defeat in the frontline war, it shouldn't be like this.
"Your file says that the defense section of the Sicilian ground artillery company was quickly defeated in the Battle of Omalde Beach, which indirectly caused the kingdom's defense line on Omalde Beach to be prematurely broken through by the enemy. Well, the enemy only had one A landing team, and the Sicilian Ground Artillery Company is one of the aces in the Royal Artillery Regiment. I want to know why you still suffered a disastrous defeat despite the dual advantages of troops and terrain?" The fat man repeatedly flipped through the file of only four or five pages, his brows kept furrowing. He said, "This is just my personal curiosity. There are no details recorded in your file. Um, by the way, just call me Ted. If the details are confidential, you don't have to tell them."
Austin sighed in his heart. He had answered this question no less than twenty times since he was recalled from the front line.
"Reporting to the commander! A favored person appeared in the enemy's landing team. His ability can effectively resist our artillery strikes."
Austin was vague, and the rest of the military department specifically requested that no disclosure be made.
Ted showed the same expression as before, his brows relaxed a little, but he could still condense three vertical lines. He put down the file, crossed his fingers on his chest, and asked: "Austin, have you had experience driving a battleship before? ?"
"Sir! I drove a patrol boat when I was in the military academy."
"Then do you have experience in commanding naval operations?"
"Report sir! We have seen classic battle cases in the military academy."
"Okay! Don't report to the commander anymore!" Ted wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "Let me ask you, do you have any experience in coordinated sea and land operations?"
"Report sir! I actually always wanted to be in the navy, but after graduation I was assigned to the Royal Artillery Regiment."
"I understand, you have no experience." Ted was a little unbelievable. He had been the Navy's stay-at-home officer at Fleming Harbor for 25 years. He had handled not less than 5,000 but also 4,090 transfer orders, but this was the first time he encountered this kind of army. The person involved has not had any relevant experience in transferring to the Navy.
Ted picked up the transfer order and carefully read the transfer position written on it and the official seal stamped around the edge.
“Two months ago, led by the Holm Business Alliance, we, Meletni, and the countries along the Telemensu including the Kingdom of Dofreira, the Orista Empire, the Second Republic of Bezeman, and the Commonwealth of Independent City-States signed an agreement According to the "Coordinated Privateering Strike Treaty", each country needs to assign a fleet to combat piracy activities in the waters of Telemonsu. We, the Kingdom of Meletni, have decided to form a new fleet, which will include 12 of the latest warships. "
Having said this, Ted raised his head and glanced at Austin, who was still standing straight and expressionless.
"You were transferred to this newly formed fleet and served as the captain of one of the battleships." The more Ted spoke, the more difficult it became to understand, and his voice even trembled. "The military rank... was promoted to major."
After saying this, Ted felt that his 25 years of experience had been impacted, and he quickly picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Congratulations, Major Austin." Ted stamped the Fleming Harbor Naval Station seal on the last blank space of the transfer order with great difficulty.
At first, Austin saw that after losing the battle, he rose instead of falling, and it was unbelievable and difficult to understand when he was transferred to the Navy, but he has become accustomed to it.
So he still maintained his "not surprised" expression, clicked his heels and saluted.
"The specific allocation will be released the day after tomorrow. Your new uniform will be delivered to your dormitory later. You will be on standby for the next two days and learn... about the basics of naval operations... classic naval operations." Tai After stumbling over his words, De quickly waved the young man who had seen the ghost out.
Austin cooperated and pretended not to understand what Ted was going to say, and simply saluted and left.
Port Fleming is the largest seaport city on the warm-tide inland sea coast of the Kingdom of Meletni. It is also one of the most important supply bases for the Royal Navy of the Kingdom of Meletni. Austin finally got here, and of course he would not stay all day. Study hard in the dormitory. He has learned enough about the navy's basic combat knowledge and classic battle cases along the way. Austin's personal evaluation of this is about the same as that of the army. In short, he decided to go around and adapt to his naval life in advance.
Most of the fleets of the Royal Navy have been mobilized to the front line of the battle with the Orista Empire, so now there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled and a small number of combat fleets waiting to set off in the military port, which seems very empty. Austin sat on a biting pile and watched the logistics staff continue to move supplies to the moored warship. The scene of him leading a battleship on the dark blue sea emerged in his mind - in the distance were the Black Flag pirates with guns blazing, and beside him were sailors with loud voices. Austin licked his lips, and there was already a thin layer of sweat on his palms. .
"Hey! Brown dog! Is that you! Brown dog!" A clear shout brought him out of his fantasy. He turned back in confusion, and then saw some familiar heroic faces not far away.
The long-standing memory was awakened, Austin's eyes flickered, and he quickly remembered the name: "Fanya?"
"Haha! It's you indeed! Very good! I thought you had forgotten me!" Vanya had already run in front of Austin, "I still remember when I was eight years old, I took you to steal the raspberries grown by the drunkard Harry. …”
"Then he was caught, hung up and beaten, right?" Austin stood up and continued with a laugh, "I lay in the infirmary for half a week before getting off the ground."
"Fanya, why are you here, and..." Austin was a little confused. Until the two of them separated, Vanya was almost two heads taller than him, but now he is shorter than him.
Vanya took off the captain's three-cornered hat on her head, revealing her burgundy half-length broken hair, and opened her arms in a hugging gesture.
Austin glanced at Vanya's chest, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Wait...Fanya, I remember, um, you seemed to be a boy when you were a child, right? How..."
Vanya retracted her open arm and hit Austin on the forehead with her hat: "You didn't even ask me when I was a kid."
This is indeed the case. When Vanya was a child, she was tall and good at making trouble. The friends who grew up together naturally regarded her as a boy.
"Vanya is not necessarily a boy's name." Vanya reached out and hammered Austin on the chest, then turned back and walked towards the door guarded by the guards, "Are you okay now? Come on, let's go have a drink. We haven't seen each other for several years. , reminiscing about old times.”
The excitement of meeting an old friend in a foreign land quickly diluted his doubts, and Austin followed with a smile.
The prosperity of the port city has not diminished because of the war between the two countries. On the contrary, there are more caravans from the Kingdom of Dofreira than before. The civilian dock area is filled with the loud voices of sailors and baggage workers, and the air is filled with dead fish and spices. The two hurriedly walked by the strange mixed smell. Vanya took a pack of cigarettes from the cigarette seller's box, and grabbed a copper coin from the beggar's broken bowl and threw it into the cigarette seller's box.
After passing through groups of beggars and heavily made-up prostitutes, the two walked in a zigzag manner to a tavern deep in the alley. Vanya kicked the door open and shouted loudly: "Hey! Old Scarface, today I Come here, my friend, give me two drafts of dark beer!"
It was early evening and the pub was deserted. There were only the bartender and a few waiters sitting together playing cards. Among them, the middle-aged man with a scarred face in a black suit and vest raised his head, showed a scary smile and said: "Tsk, tsk, our thorn flower finally found a pretty girl today? Hey, it's quite good-looking."
When Austin heard this, he tilted his head in embarrassment. It wasn't a matter of male-female relations, it was just the first time he heard someone compliment him on how handsome he was, so he felt a little embarrassed. He has brown hair and green eyes, a well-proportioned figure, and the aura of a soldier who has been on the battlefield all year round. In terms of image and temperament, he can be regarded as an above-average good guy. However, in the army, he has been staring at a group of big-headed soldiers all year round. Very few people would do that. Discuss this matter.
On the other hand, Vanya was not embarrassed at all. She calmly found a table and sat down. She patted the table and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense to me and get the wine quickly. I will be the first to take care of your business today."
Old Scarface shrugged, dropped the cards in his hand and walked behind the bar: "Forget it, I sell wine but not my body."
"Why did you come here? I remember you were supposed to be serving in the Army, weren't you?" Vanya raised her middle finger towards the bar, turned to look at Austin, showing her white teeth, "Is it possible that the Army has plans to fight with the Army?" Navy coordinated operations? Let me just say that those old men have shrunk their brains after living for too long. They have been playing like this for dozens of fucking times, and now it is their turn to be at sea with those shitty guys from Orista. You come and me. Pulling back to the ground? If you ask me, those old guys should all be guillotined..."
Vanya didn't seem to care much about Austin's answer, and took the topic a hundred thousand meters away, causing the waiter playing cards next to him to also prick up his ears and listen carefully.
"Ahem, sorry for going too far, come back, brown dog, why are you here?"
Austin looked at the bubbling dark brown liquid in front of him with a complicated expression: "I suffered a defeat at Omalde Beach some time ago..."
Vanya's expression changed when she heard the beginning. She hurriedly raised her hand to stop what Austin was saying, picked up a glass of beer and said: "I heard, that shouldn't be your responsibility, right? The troops there were at sea at that time. Come on, this responsibility is not yours." After finishing speaking, she winked at the table next to her.
The waiter next to him understood and stood up to echo: "Yes, yes, I heard that it was because a unit called the Sicilian Ground Artillery Company retreated first that led to the defeat of the Battle of Omald."
"Don't be discouraged even if you are transferred to the rear to work as a civilian. I heard that civilians can be promoted faster, and they don't have to work hard on the front line." Vanya patted Austin on the shoulder, "Come on! Have a drink! Go over there. It’s over!”
Austin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only drink a drink with her.
Vanya raised her hand again to stop Austin who was about to open his mouth to speak, and smiled: "What position have you been transferred to? Tell me, sister, I am also a powerful lieutenant in the Navy, and I still have some respect in Fleming Port. of."
The waiter next to me complimented him just right.
"Um... Actually, I was appointed as the captain of a ship in the newly formed fleet. My military rank... I was promoted to major."
Silence is the Albert Bridge tonight.
"Brown dog, we are the same age, you should be 24 this year too, right?"
"Yes."
"Become a lieutenant commander at the age of 24...you fuck...I fuck..."
After a moment of silence, Vanya slapped herself.
